Eeyore gets Therapy
Sooner or later it had to happen
Eeyore lay on the sofa in Owl’s treehouse.
“So, how are your feelings about your mother?” Owl asked while sitting on the chair by Eeyore, doodling on his notebook.
“My mother?” Eeyore grumbled, “I don’t remember if even had one.”
“Interesting, very interesting,” said Owl, who didn't think it was very interesting at all.
“Although I do have vague memories of a knitting needle and a ball of wool.”
“I see.”
“I dunno owl…”
“That’s Doctor. Doctor Owl.”
Eeyore frowned. He then shook his head, saying, “I dunno… doc, I just feel down all the time. Like the wood is always dark and full of Heffalumps — ”
“But the wood is dark and full of Heffalumps,” Owl, said looking at his notebook. He had drawn a nice picture of a tasty mouse.
“Oh. Well, I guess I’m ok then… sorry for taking your time — -”
“Oh, I wouldn't say that. Do you carry any painful unresolved feelings?”
“I do have a tail pinned to my bum.”
Owl shuffled in his chair uncomfortably.
“Does that mean anything, doc?”
“Eh, sometimes a tail is just a tail.”
Eeyore frowned again, “Do you think I will ever get well?”
“It depends.”
“On what?”
“On…. oh looks like my new patient is here. Do hurry along, Eeyore.”
“Don’t want to be taking up any more time,” said Eeyore, slumping off the sofa. “Don’t want to be a bother.”
“Yes yes…” Owl said, tired of Eeyore again. Eeyore, you could say, was Owl’s tail pinned to his bum.
“I’m here Owl.” said Pooh Bear at the door, “Although I don’t know why I am.”
“It’s about your addiction. Your crippling addiction to honey, which if unchecked, could very well give you diabetes, as well as your already problematic morbid obesity.”
“Oh bother.”
